I. You, wholly holy; we, ever so lowly Slip on limestones bearing your name Winter winds whip our brollies As we boldly, with folly Venture out to the streets in the rain Yet your sun's more unworldly Harsh gold rays broil slowly Through the Mid Eastern summer's domain And though your fate seems lonely We who are yours know Only The truest of passions are pain II. I- Live you and love you I'm in and I'm of you Your hilltops have ruined my knees I've- Found naught above you But should I unglove you How bloodied would your knuckles be? III. Yerushalayim a city of two peaces at war peace rooted in wholeness completeness completely sundered and some dare to brandish those plowshares not plowing, not sharing, not caring that their swords were beaten out of shape for a reason not for men to be beaten broadsided by the flat sides pierced through to their insides ruptured ruptured peaces begging begging begging isn't peace the beginning isn't peace rooted in wholeness begging isn't IV. Plead 'next year in Jerusalem' That loss to our children remain unknown We've yearned ev'rywhere and always Here we belong; the Jews' hearts' one true home Your rhythmic rhymes stretch space and time A new bridge of chords; an old wall of stones Plead 'next year in Jerusalem' That loss to our children remain unknown V. haiku Could she possibly lose you, blissfully skipping downhill to preschool?